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(A/n) - Ok.. I am very new at this... I don't write story's, but I just thought 'hey time to try something new.. right?' So I am deeply sorry if it's horrible. And I am sorry for wasting your time.
----2 years after Sherlocks death----
You were sitting in your flat alone. You lost touch with John ever since the incident with 'him' but you knew what John was up to. Your newest finding on johns life was that he was in a relationship with a girl named Mary. Mrs. Hudson called maybe once a month to church on you.. such a sweet woman.
You decided to live in your flat for the rest of your days. Honestly you loved Sherlock, you didn't see that until his life ending fall and you hated yourself for it. Your flat was clean since you never really moved around it.. yes your dishes were stacked as high as the Eiffel tower but other than the random articles of clothing on the floor, it was pretty neat.
You watched the telly like you did every day, catching up on your missed episodes of spongebob (yes I said spongebob) and drinking your daily mug of tea. You sighed rolling on your back and facing the back of the couch.. then you got an unexpected call.
You groaned and picked up the mobile not bothering to look at the number... probably someone who dialed the wrong number.. "hello." You said flatly. You could hear someone out of breath on the other line. "Hello?" You asked again. You heard a voice in the background.. "John calm down." The soothing voice said. It was obviously female.
You looked at the number to see it was John. But why would he call you? "He's.. he's back." John said. You narrowed your eyes not knowing who or what he was going on about. "What? Who?" You said confused. He groaned in annoyance "Sherlock.. he's back.. he's not dead!" He explained.
Your eyes grew wide with the new news and the mobile slipped out of your hand hitting the floor with a smash as the back of the mobile and it's battery popping out in the process. You just stood there blankly.. many thoughts and emotions crossing your mind. But the one that stood out was love. You are angry of course, oh when you see him your gonna give him one good hello with your fist right in the kisser!
But you were relieved and overjoyed! You get a second chance! But the emotion was not registering on your face properly. All you could do was stare blankly into space. Your body didn't want to move your eyes didn't want to stop staring at the wall. Then you heard a tap. You jumped slightly at the sound, but it was enough to knock you out of your gaze.
The sound wasn't coming from your door. The tapping was heard once again, this time more impatient. You knew it was Sherlock, but just couldn't believe it. He.. Alive.. At YOUR window?! It all just didn't make any sense! You felt like you were in a dream. Is Sherlock really back? You kept asking that.. until you heard your window slide open. Your anger was about to get unleashed.
You quickly and quietly made it to the door of the room he was in. You waited for him to come out of the room as you heard the floor creak under his heavy foot falls. He then appeared at the door frame and looked straight at you. You examined his face, and your hand fell. You couldn't hit him in the face.. John looks like he already did enough to his face.
"Go ahead I deserve it." He said readying his face for the impact of your fist.. but it never came. As he looked at you confused he scanned you for any hint of emotion.. he couldn't find any. You were good at hiding that stuff.. especially from him. You thought for a moment.. just the sound of his voice made you want to choke him.. but kiss him at the same time.
"(Y/n)? Are you o-" he got cut off by your fist colliding with his abdomen. Yes.. you couldn't hit him in his already beaten face.. but you sure could hit him in his stomach. "There.... ya go." He said through a grunt struggling to breath. "YOU SELFISH TWAT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PUT ME AND JOHN THROUGH?! OH NO YOU DONT BECAUSE YOU WERE DEAD! YOUR LUCKY IF THATS ALL I DID TO YOU, YOU INCONSIDERATE ARSEHOLE!!" You yelled at him with clenched fists.
He now regaining air into his lungs stood straight and nodded. He looked like a child getting disciplined by there mother even though he was maybe a foot taller than you. You calmed down.. now love taking over your emotions.. you grabbed him and yanked him down to crash your lips into his. "I should burn you!" You said with a hint of seriousness in it.. but mostly a joke.
He smirked "And if I burn.. then you burn with me." He said. You couldn't help but smirk a little. "No Sherlock.. I will not burn because I already went through my pain of losing you." You stated then walked away from you and Sherlocks little embrace. "Tea?" You asked. He nodded "yes, thank you." He said sitting in your chair. You went into the kitchen to make tea and as you let the kettle warm, you walked into the living room to see Sherlock.
Sherlock looked bored and kept fidgeting with his hands. "Your violin is behind the chair. I taught myself how to play violin.. I'm sorry I used yours." He looked like he was holding back the urge to yell. "Thank you.. and it's fine (y/n)." He said as calm as he could. The kettle started to whistle and you went to relive the kettle of its screaming.
Making two cups of tea and walking out of the kitchen to find Sherlock off in his 'mind palace' with his violin on his lap. You set his mug of steaming hot tea on the coffee table in front of him. "Thank you." He said which startled you a bit.. usually he was in his thoughts for hours but I guess not this time. You just nodded and sat in the other chair across from him.
"Play me something Sherlock." You asked. He looked at you then saw that you were smiling with your eyes closed so he decided to play for you. You started to hear the piece he played when you first met Sherlock. It was a beautiful piece that he composed himself. You soon faded into dream land with the notes in the piece ringing through your ears.
(A/n) - Wow.. I just wrote that. O.O
Well I hope you liked it.. if you didn't I'm sorry
I won't wast your time any longer.
----2 years after Sherlocks death----
You were sitting in your flat alone. You lost touch with John ever since the incident with 'him' but you knew what John was up to. Your newest finding on johns life was that he was in a relationship with a girl named Mary. Mrs. Hudson called maybe once a month to church on you.. such a sweet woman.
You decided to live in your flat for the rest of your days. Honestly you loved Sherlock, you didn't see that until his life ending fall and you hated yourself for it. Your flat was clean since you never really moved around it.. yes your dishes were stacked as high as the Eiffel tower but other than the random articles of clothing on the floor, it was pretty neat.
You watched the telly like you did every day, catching up on your missed episodes of spongebob (yes I said spongebob) and drinking your daily mug of tea. You sighed rolling on your back and facing the back of the couch.. then you got an unexpected call.
You groaned and picked up the mobile not bothering to look at the number... probably someone who dialed the wrong number.. "hello." You said flatly. You could hear someone out of breath on the other line. "Hello?" You asked again. You heard a voice in the background.. "John calm down." The soothing voice said. It was obviously female.
You looked at the number to see it was John. But why would he call you? "He's.. he's back." John said. You narrowed your eyes not knowing who or what he was going on about. "What? Who?" You said confused. He groaned in annoyance "Sherlock.. he's back.. he's not dead!" He explained.
Your eyes grew wide with the new news and the mobile slipped out of your hand hitting the floor with a smash as the back of the mobile and it's battery popping out in the process. You just stood there blankly.. many thoughts and emotions crossing your mind. But the one that stood out was love. You are angry of course, oh when you see him your gonna give him one good hello with your fist right in the kisser!
But you were relieved and overjoyed! You get a second chance! But the emotion was not registering on your face properly. All you could do was stare blankly into space. Your body didn't want to move your eyes didn't want to stop staring at the wall. Then you heard a tap. You jumped slightly at the sound, but it was enough to knock you out of your gaze.
The sound wasn't coming from your door. The tapping was heard once again, this time more impatient. You knew it was Sherlock, but just couldn't believe it. He.. Alive.. At YOUR window?! It all just didn't make any sense! You felt like you were in a dream. Is Sherlock really back? You kept asking that.. until you heard your window slide open. Your anger was about to get unleashed.
You quickly and quietly made it to the door of the room he was in. You waited for him to come out of the room as you heard the floor creak under his heavy foot falls. He then appeared at the door frame and looked straight at you. You examined his face, and your hand fell. You couldn't hit him in the face.. John looks like he already did enough to his face.
"Go ahead I deserve it." He said readying his face for the impact of your fist.. but it never came. As he looked at you confused he scanned you for any hint of emotion.. he couldn't find any. You were good at hiding that stuff.. especially from him. You thought for a moment.. just the sound of his voice made you want to choke him.. but kiss him at the same time.
"(Y/n)? Are you o-" he got cut off by your fist colliding with his abdomen. Yes.. you couldn't hit him in his already beaten face.. but you sure could hit him in his stomach. "There.... ya go." He said through a grunt struggling to breath. "YOU SELFISH TWAT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PUT ME AND JOHN THROUGH?! OH NO YOU DONT BECAUSE YOU WERE DEAD! YOUR LUCKY IF THATS ALL I DID TO YOU, YOU INCONSIDERATE ARSEHOLE!!" You yelled at him with clenched fists.
He now regaining air into his lungs stood straight and nodded. He looked like a child getting disciplined by there mother even though he was maybe a foot taller than you. You calmed down.. now love taking over your emotions.. you grabbed him and yanked him down to crash your lips into his. "I should burn you!" You said with a hint of seriousness in it.. but mostly a joke.
He smirked "And if I burn.. then you burn with me." He said. You couldn't help but smirk a little. "No Sherlock.. I will not burn because I already went through my pain of losing you." You stated then walked away from you and Sherlocks little embrace. "Tea?" You asked. He nodded "yes, thank you." He said sitting in your chair. You went into the kitchen to make tea and as you let the kettle warm, you walked into the living room to see Sherlock.
Sherlock looked bored and kept fidgeting with his hands. "Your violin is behind the chair. I taught myself how to play violin.. I'm sorry I used yours." He looked like he was holding back the urge to yell. "Thank you.. and it's fine (y/n)." He said as calm as he could. The kettle started to whistle and you went to relive the kettle of its screaming.
Making two cups of tea and walking out of the kitchen to find Sherlock off in his 'mind palace' with his violin on his lap. You set his mug of steaming hot tea on the coffee table in front of him. "Thank you." He said which startled you a bit.. usually he was in his thoughts for hours but I guess not this time. You just nodded and sat in the other chair across from him.
"Play me something Sherlock." You asked. He looked at you then saw that you were smiling with your eyes closed so he decided to play for you. You started to hear the piece he played when you first met Sherlock. It was a beautiful piece that he composed himself. You soon faded into dream land with the notes in the piece ringing through your ears.
(A/n) - Wow.. I just wrote that. O.O
Well I hope you liked it.. if you didn't I'm sorry
I won't wast your time any longer.
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-Details are your friend! Don't be afraid of fleshing out your piece and putting in "unnecessary details". But also, don't stuff it full of details just to take up space. Say what you need to say.
-Emotions can be implied. Instead of flat out speaking their emotions, use things such as facial expression and speech tones to convey to your reader how the characters are feeling.
-Watch your grammar. There were a few spelling errors too.
-Don't be afraid to split paragraphs. Everytime the "camera" changes "angles" there should be a new paragraph. Also, when a different character starts speaking.
-Leave any little authors notes to the end (like "yes I said spongebob"). It distracts the reader and pulls them back out of the piece. Remember, you're pulling them in, not reminding them that this is a fictional work.
Other than that it's a good first time piece! It's better than others I've seen who have been writing for a few years. You have a good story direction and an inventive imagination. Keep writing!
-Emotions can be implied. Instead of flat out speaking their emotions, use things such as facial expression and speech tones to convey to your reader how the characters are feeling.
-Watch your grammar. There were a few spelling errors too.
-Don't be afraid to split paragraphs. Everytime the "camera" changes "angles" there should be a new paragraph. Also, when a different character starts speaking.
-Leave any little authors notes to the end (like "yes I said spongebob"). It distracts the reader and pulls them back out of the piece. Remember, you're pulling them in, not reminding them that this is a fictional work.
Other than that it's a good first time piece! It's better than others I've seen who have been writing for a few years. You have a good story direction and an inventive imagination. Keep writing!